


discovery and disclosure

by gnomeslice



Category: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Asexual Alex Danvers, F/F
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2016-03-14
Updated: 2016-03-19
Packaged: 2018-05-26 15:15:52
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,766
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6244810
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/gnomeslice/pseuds/gnomeslice
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>AU 1x06, Red Faced. Lucy Lane was brought to DEO Headquarters to help find Supergirl's weakness. She didn't expect to discover her own.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

Alex doesn’t care for General Lane.

He’s pushy, ignorant, and looks at Supergirl with such hateful eyes that Alex wants to claw them right out of his head. She doesn’t care for his daughter either. First by association and second because of her stinging words that prod at Kara’s insecurity and goad her into agreeing to fight The Red Tornado.

The entire event screams bad idea. Alex can’t see the angle, but there’s a reason the Lanes want to put Supergirl in the middle of this. If Hank has any ideas he hasn’t been exactly forthcoming with them.

“What do we know about them?” Alex asks, watching the military caravan leave DEO Headquarters in a cloud of dust and disdain.

“I think the general’s deep mistrust of aliens is an obvious point,” Hank grunts, crossing his arms. “He’s been trying to get rid of the DEO for years, but this feels personal. Supergirl is a public figure. If he can get to her, he may very well have the leverage he needs to shut us down.”

Alex considers this. She considers everything. She looks over the scraps of information they have on The Red Tornado. Her research doesn’t amount to much at all and finally she decides that worrying about General Lane’s motives won’t help the situation. Supergirl has committed to the test and Alex knows she won’t be changing her mind. The best thing to do now is to make sure Kara is up for the fight.

So with a bag full of carbohydrates she knocks on Kara’s apartment door. When the door opens, it’s not who Alex is expecting. She has to take a second look, but yes, this is Major Lane, wearing a pretty floral dress instead of that sharp military uniform and with her hair styled in waves instead of that tidy up-do she saw before.

Most importantly, the look on her face is surprised, instead of sporting that strict expression she wouldn’t drop at DEO Headquarters.

“Major Lane?” Alex’s focus darts into the apartment, looking for Kara. “Why are you at my sister’s apartment?”

“Game night,” Lucy answers quickly and quietly, moving slightly so Alex can see into the apartment where Winn and Kara are in the middle of a disastrous round of some board game. “I’m friends with James Olsen, who works with Kara, who is your sister? Apparently?”

With proof that Kara is safe, Alex’s focus slides back to Lucy. She’s waiting, Alex realizes, for a sign on how to proceed. The DEO is a secret organization after all, and Lucy doesn’t realize that Kara, James, and Winn already know Alex’s association with it. She plays along, keeping secrets to keep them safe.

“Alex Danvers,” Alex introduces herself for the sake of the ruse, “and yes, Kara is my sister.”

“Lucy Lane,” she laughs softly, pulling the door open further. “Small world, huh?”

“Definitely.” Alex offers a polite smile, moving into the apartment and catching Kara’s eyes.

“Hey!” Kara hands her cards to Winn and promises that she’ll be right back, dashing across the room and meets Alex in the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

“Brought you dinner,” Alex answers, eyeing the takeout containers on the counter. “Or second dinner.”

“I love second dinner, there’s never enough dinner,” Kara gushes, delighted. She pulls out her food and grabs a fork from the drawer. “I’m glad you came, Winn and I are being destroyed. I need you to jump in on the next round. He’s the worst at this.”

“Speaking of _this_ ,” Alex lowers her voice, glancing over to where Lucy is settling herself on the couch next to James. “You’re gaming with the enemy?”

“James asked if she could come. They just decided that they were better off friends and he wanted to show her that he meant it, so that means inviting her to friend-things like game night,” Kara explains very quickly before taking a large bite of her whole wheat stir fry. “Oh, this is really good.”

Alex slides a little closer, whispering, “So they’re not together anymore?”

“Hm?” Kara pretends she doesn’t hear, focusing on her food. It doesn’t keep her face from flushing a nice pink. Her crush on the photojournalist is still very present. She changes the topic, calling across the room to the rest of the group. “Alex is joining our team, Winn.”

Alex shakes her head. “Kara, I don’t know…”

“Come on,” Kara says under her breath, “she’s kind of nice when she’s not with her dad.”

“Fine,” Alex sighs. “But I need a glass of wine.”

Kara is happy to oblige.

* * *

“How are you feeling?”

The Red Tornado testing is nearly underway. Alex stands next to her sister, staring down the weaponized anthropomorphic pseudo entity with as much support as she can offer. Kara has been a bundle of nerves during this entire ordeal and it makes Alex worry even more than she would usually worry, which is a lot.

Kara’s answer surprises her, “I don’t say this often, but I am craving a good fight right now.”

“Just keep your cool, you got this.” Alex touches her arm and turns back towards the operations tent. She hopes for the best, but isn’t counting on it.

Lucy—or more accurately, Major Lane—is hovering by Doctor Morrow’s desk, watching the data readings as they appear on the screen. If Lucy remembers that they spent the evening together, Alex doesn’t see a single sign of it. It’s both comforting and concerting. While she appreciates Lucy’s ability to separate their professional lives from their game night rivalry, Alex thought they had a good enough time to at least warrant some recognition.

She takes a glance toward the woman in question. Lucy is still monitoring the data readings, and more importantly, out of the corner of her eye, she’s watching her father. Kara once told Alex that the Supergirl suit made her feel powerful. Alex wonders if Lucy uses that uniform the same way, to find strength. Of course, while Kara needs strength to do good in the world, Lucy might need the strength to stand next to her father and listen to all the hateful things that fall out of his mouth.

Alex will admit that Kara was right, Lucy is much nicer when she’s not around her father. She funny, even. Sharp. Alex has decided that the big breakup was definitely James’ loss.

* * *

As much as Lucy enjoyed challenging Alex Danvers to a friendly board game, the rules of engagement have changed.

Her father, Sam Lane, brought her here to observe. She was told to notice the things that Director Henshaw is trying to keep from them. He wants her to find the windows of weakness in the organization—find something they can exploit. She has, to the best of her ability, and in the limited time allotted to her, compiled a list of things her father will find curious. Surprisingly, out of all her observations and interpretations of the DEO’s inner workings, the most noticeable is Agent Danvers.

Because that woman is Supergirl’s biggest ally.

She was the one that walked her to the testing field, the one that offered her last minute advice, and who’s just stewing with resentment over the entire situation. Lucy watches her during the fight, how her hands clench on the table when Supergirl takes a hit, how she stops breathing when the alien disappears from the screens only to burst out of the soil a moment later and take down the android.

Alex is the first one out of the tent when the test is shut down, nearly knocking Doctor Marrow right off his feet. Lucy follows, right on her heels, and out of all the absurdities that could have come at that moment, Alex asks Supergirl, “Are you hurt?”

She reaches for the Kryptonian, to check for herself, as if the superhero isn’t damn near indestructible.

Alex, with her white-hot glare, is the one to usher Supergirl away after General Lane blames her for turning The Red Tornado rogue and setting it loose in National City airspace. Lucy watches them go, impressed by how a few soft words and a gentle hand can calm such a powerful individual.

Supergirl won the fight but she certainly started a war. Her father has leverage now, he’s seen _that alien_ careless and undisciplined. He’s seen her strength, unshackled. He takes it for proof that Supergirl is a threat.

Lucy can’t say convinced that Supergirl is the time bomb her father is so worried about, but keeps her opinion to herself.

Marrow’s technology wasn’t up to the fight, that isn’t Supergirl’s fault. He should have created a failsafe to prevent incidents like this, and he’s paying for that mistake. He just lost his contract with the Department of Defense and the project he spent years on will be destroyed as soon as it’s located. This whole thing was a disaster. Lucy can’t wait to get out of the DEO facility, the agents she passes on the way through the halls send her well-deserved glares and cold stares. They’re not welcome here anymore.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, it barely touched me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Lucy catches herself just before she can turn the corner. She recognizes their voices, Agent Danvers and Supergirl. Pressing her shoulder against the wall, Lucy closes her eyes and keeps very still to listen.

“You went somewhere during that fight,” Alex’s voice is so soft Lucy can barely make it out, but she doesn't miss the worried tone. “Hank had to shout for you to come back to reality.”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted to—I don’t know, I made everything worse. I can’t do anything right, Alex.”

She sounds vulnerable. Unbearably so. Lucy’s skin crawls with remorse. Her father’s plans, forcing their way into this facility to put Supergirl into a pressure cooker and then study the remains under a microscope, it all feels so wrong. Lucy needs to get out of here. She turns the corner, ready to bolt for the exit. She stops short, caught in a moment that isn’t hers to interrupt.

“We’re gonna figure it out, okay?” Alex reaches out, pushes a strand of hair behind Supergirl’s ear, and pulls her into a tight hug. “We’ll figure it out.”

Alex is confident, reassuring, and Lucy knows she’s seeing the most genuine version of this woman for the first time. Lucy’s known that Alex is, as her father puts it, an alien sympathizer. She figured it was part of the job, some fascination with sciences or biological qualities beyond ordinary humans. Now, Lucy is certain that Alex isn’t comforting Supergirl for science.

They’re close.

It surprises her, how much she appreciates the idea. She realizes that _Supergirl_ is exactly that, a super-powered young woman. Alien or not, she feels pressure and is affected by it. She’s a new hero, facing the scrutiny of thousands of people, an entire city and national government. It’s good for her to have someone on her side.

Lucy’s introspection is broken when Supergirl notices her standing in the hall. Her expression fades into a blank mask and she steps away from Alex quickly. The DEO agent turns, eyes narrowing cautiously as she scrutinizes Lucy.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Lucy offers in way of apology.

“Did you need something, Major Lane?” Alex takes a step, deliberately placing herself between Supergirl and a person she obviously sees as the enemy.

“A moment of your time.” Lucy gives her a small, friendly smile that isn’t reciprocated in the slightest. “Can we talk?”

The two women share a look, where Supergirl offers a concerned frown and Alex answers with a calming shake of her head. The superhero takes her leave, sending Lucy a warning glower as she turns. Alex closes the small distance between then and invites Lucy to talk with a simple expectant look.

Lucy takes a breath, she didn’t plan on this when she walked over, but her instincts are telling her to try. “Is there any chance you’d go to dinner with me?”

Alex’s eyes widen and her lips fall apart soundlessly. She’s surprised. Her eyes flicker around the hall briefly as she composes herself. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Dinner,” Lucy repeats, her tone easy and cordial, hoping Alex will remember game night, and how they can be amiable. “With me.”

“What sort of dinner?” Alex crosses her arms over her chest, uncertain. It’s such a defensive posture that Lucy files away the reaction for future consideration.

“I’m partial to Italian, but I’m open to other suggestions,” she deliberately doesn’t answer Alex’s true question.

The deflection doesn’t earn her any favors. Alex considers her with weighted and wary eyes. “What are you looking for here, Major?”

“I’d like a chance to see all this,” Lucy gestures to the DEO facility around them, “the way you do.”

Now she has Alex’s attention.

“It’s obvious that you and I come from different backgrounds,” Lucy explains, “but maybe we’re trying to accomplish the same thing. You see me as an adversary here, I get it, and I don’t fault you for that. I’d just like an opportunity to understand your mission.”

“How do I know you’re being genuine about this and not acting on behalf of someone else?” Alex’s eyes slide to the nameplate on Lucy’s uniform, the one she shares with her father.

“You’re worried that I’m a spy for my father?” Lucy is blunt.

“I have to consider it,” Alex admits.

“Understandable.” Lucy nods, pushing down the strange hurt that bubbles up in her chest. “What if we make a deal to keep the exchange of information equal? I’ll match every question you answer with an answer of my own.”

She watches the indecision turning in Alex’s eyes. While neither of them can promise to be unconditionally truthful, there might be able to gather a few more pieces of the puzzle.

“Let me take you to dinner,” Lucy offers again. “Tell me about your goals and I’ll tell you about ours. I think we could learn a lot from each other, Agent Danvers.”

After a long moment, Alex uncrosses her arms and says, “Alright, I’ll bite.”

Surprised, Lucy’s eyebrows twitch and she tries her best to keep from smiling. She searches Alex’s face for a hint of humor but she finds none. So she asks, “Was that a pun?”

A flash of embarrassment crosses Alex’s face, the turn of phrase now obviously unintentional. “No, it’s an expression.”

“It was a well-placed expression.” Lucy feels a small smirk rise on her lips. Alex glowers. Lucy steers herself back to the point, clearing her throat. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, that’s fine." Alex reaches into her back pocket and produces a business card. “Here, text me the details.”

“I will.” Lucy takes the card, tucking it safely into her jacket pocket. Alex walks away quickly, but not before Lucy can see the charming blush that’s cropped up around her neck.

The question repeats itself in her head, _what are you looking for here, Major?_


	2. Chapter 2

“Alex?”

“Bedroom!”

Kara steps into her room a moment later, her hair still windswept from flying. She eyes the outfits laid out on Alex’s bed, asking, “What’s all this?”

“Dinner plans,” Alex speaks to her sister’s reflection in the vanity mirror as she applies her mascara. “Help me pick something.”

“Is this a date?” Kara sounds excited, and confused. “Is there someone I don’t know about?”

“No,” Alex almost laughs, capping her mascara to take stock of her hair. “Tonight’s more like… integrative negotiations with an oppositional party.”

Kara picks a blouse to hold it to the light. “Yeah but, that sounds like your kind of date.”

Alex throws her sister a look, Kara smiles and passes her the blouse. It’s the only shirt that isn’t black and Alex should have known she would pick it.

“This one’s pretty. You should wear more colors.”

“Is it time for an intervention?” Alex quips, slipping into the blouse. It’s a nice shirt, colored a shade of deep blue that Alex loves. Slacks, shoes, and a simple silver necklace later, Kara has deemed her ready for the evening. Alex takes one last look in the mirror, questioning if she looks too invested in looking nice. Is she trying to impress Lucy?

Kara catches her apprehension quickly, “Are you nervous?”

“I just don’t know what to expect, I guess,” Alex sighs without meeting Kara’s eyes.

“Blind date?” Kara teases, trying to lighten Alex’s mood. “You never said who you’re meeting.”

“Lucy Lane.”

“Lucy Lane?” Kara repeats, surprise spreading over her features. “I guess she really is over James.”

“It’s not like that,” Alex rolls her eyes, because how ridiculous that would be. “She wants to talk about the DEO and, presumably, her father’s agenda.”

Kara’s lips tuck to the side as she thinks. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No, I’m not,” Alex admits. She’s going out on a limb here, and she’ll probably regret it. “But I can’t see General Lane getting out of the DEO’s hair anytime soon and if she’s going to be hanging out with you and the boys, I’ll probably run into her more often. It’d be nice if we didn’t have to walk on eggshells around each other.”

Kara nods a little bit, thoughtful, “It’s weird that she knows your secret job.”

“You say that like it’s an actual secret.”

Kara blushes. “I said I was sorry. We can trust James and Winn, and I mean, it’s nice… having someone I can talk to about everything.”

Alex understands the sentiment. She’s happy that Kara’s found a support system. She wonders if they can trust Lucy, too. The night is certainly going to be an adventure in half-truths and carefully fabricated falsehoods.

Kara surprises her with a warning, “Be careful tonight.”

“I think I can handle Lois Lane’s little sister,” Alex scoffs.

“Hey now,” Kara points a finger in Alex’s direction, “I am living proof of just how dangerous little sisters can be.”

She can’t argue with that point.

* * *

Lucy is early, a habit the military has pressed into her bones.

She sits on a bench outside the restaurant and takes the time to settle herself. This isn't going to be an easy affair. Alex is understandably protective of her work at the DEO and outwardly suspicious of Lucy's motives. Finding an agreeable middle ground is the goal. She said she wanted insight into Alex’s work at the DEO and she meant it.

Her motivation might be a little more personal than professional, she’s taken an interesting in Alex that she doesn’t exactly understand, but she’ll keep that to herself.

It’s not long before Lucy spots Alex crossing the plaza. It's fun to see people out of field gear for the first time, they look softer around the edges, more accessible. Lucy isn’t sure that applies to Alex Danvers. She’s traded in her service weapon for a wonderfully fitting blue blouse and sharp black slacks. Lucy is tempted to ask where she bought those boots.

Alex notices her on the bench, giving Lucy a brief once over as she walks closer. Lucy wants to know what she sees. She tried tonight, that’s for sure. Hair and makeup done to a tee. This deep crimson sweater is one of her favorites. Will Alex notice? Lucy decides she wants Alex to notice.

"You're early," Alex says in way of greeting.

"Early is on time," Lucy smiles with a half shrug, “on time is late, you know, all that military nonsense."

Slighting her own career is a point in her favor, Alex returns her smile, however briefly, before glancing at the watch face she wears inside her wrist. "Does that make me late then?"

Lucy shakes her head. "No, you're perfect."

Alex pauses at the comment, searching Lucy's face for the pretense she expects to see. Lucy stands from the bench, holding Alex’s eyes, defiant in her sincerity. She might have to keep reminding herself to keep things professional, because seeing Alex Danvers bristle just might be her new favorite thing.

Alex’s expression remains uncertain, she gestures towards the building. "Ready?"

“After you.”

They're seated immediately on Lucy's reservation. It’s a beautiful restaurant, quiet without being stuffy, filled with businesspeople and hopeless romantics. Lucy thinks it’s a great mix.

"Have you been here before?" she questions her dinner partner conversationally. "I’ve been meaning to check it out, the chef has this sushi place in Metropolis that everyone raves about.”

“I haven’t." Alex skims the wine menu. “You live in Metropolis?”

“Aberdeen, Maryland,” Lucy corrects easily. “Just north of Baltimore.”

Alex looks up from her menu. “As in Aberdeen Proving Ground? Home of the military’s largest research facility for weapons and technology?”

“That’s the one." Lucy is impressed. “You’re familiar with it?”

“Not exactly,” Alex starts out, but stops abruptly, her eyes hovering near Lucy’s shoulder. Lucy looks over, finding a server standing there waiting patiently. His eyes are expectant, and Lucy realizes she’s missed what he said.

“I’m sorry,” she turns slightly, so she can see his face properly, “can you repeat that?”

He obliges politely, going over the wine lists and taking their orders. He dashes away quickly only to return with their drinks. When he finally leaves, Lucy prompts Alex to finish whatever she was going to say.

“They offered me a job is all. I think it was in Human Research and Engineering,” Alex explains with an ironic look, finding it strange that she could have been employed in the same area Lucy is now. “It was years ago. I had already committed to the DEO.”

“And how did you end up there?” Lucy broaches the topic confidently, casually, like they’re old friends out for the night.

Alex isn’t convinced by her methods, her eyes stay sharp and her expression guarded, but she answers all the same. “I was recruited. My research at Stanford in genetic engineering caught someone’s attention. Bioengineering is a great start to understanding alien physiology.”

“Are you still involved in the science? I’m under the impression you’re one of their leading field agents.” Lucy lets her respect for Alex’s position within the DEO show in her words. “That’s a pretty big leap from standing behind a microscope.”

“Well, I’m pretty versatile.” Alex accepts the compliment easily, though her fingers play against the base of her wineglass, the tips of her fingers testing the curve of it, measures the shape of it. “I’m going to ask my first official question now.”

“By all means.” Lucy finds her formality amusing, cute even.

Alex certainly isn’t shy. “Did you consider asking Superman to test The Red Tornado’s capabilities? Or did you decide to better your odds by taking advantage of a hero that’s still learning the ropes?”

It’s not the opener Lucy was expecting. She raises her eyebrows thrown by Alex’s insight and frank accusation. Alex raises her own, a clear solicitation for an answer.

“No,” Lucy confesses, dropping her eyes for a second. “As far as I’m aware, Superman was never considered for the android’s assessment.”

She leaves the rest unanswered. Alex is right, her father chose Supergirl because he believed she would be easier to goad into cooperation. Alex’s lips thin into a tight line as she waits to hear Lucy deny the second half of her statement. When that doesn’t happen, Lucy isn’t sure if Alex is more unsettled by realizing she was right or that Lucy is essentially confirming it.

“That’s appalling,” Alex finally grumbles, picking up her wineglass to take a drink.

“It’s business." Lucy pushes down the twinge of guilt. “The Department of Defense needed to test its technology. That goal would be accomplished that however it could.”

Alex isn’t convinced. “And nothing in all of Aberdeen could have tested its strength or tactical capabilities?”

“It makes sense to test a semi-sentient android against one of the strongest individuals on the planet,” Lucy gives her a small shrug. "Now, do you advocate for all aliens or only Supergirl?"

Alex's face remains impassive, but her eyes cloud with emotion. "The DEO's highest priority is to protect the American people from alien threats. Joining forces with Supergirl only furthers that goal. She's been a tremendous ally to us."

"Is that what you’re working towards? Are you hoping for some kind of partnership with these aliens?”

“I acknowledge that the great majority of our encounters with extranormal persons are escapees of a Kryptonian maximum-security prison. These aren't immigrants coming to National City for its nightlife. These are dangerous criminals.” Alex leans forward a little. She has nervous hands, Lucy notices. They're always moving, always touching, reaching, desperate to convey her message. “But we need to be able to recognize opportunities of enlightenment as they arise. Imagine the advances we can make in our technology, medicine, hell, even social structure. The possibilities are endless.”

“We have imagined it." Lucy thinks back to the conferences she’s witnessed with her father. “Assimilating the DEO into existing Department of Defense networks wouldn’t hinder our interest in research.”

“I don’t think black bagging every extraterrestrial is really the best way to get them to help us achieve legitimate interplanetary travel,” Alex huffs, rolling her eyes a little. “Your people look for human solutions to alien problems. We make it our policy to consider both.”

“Is that what Supergirl is then?” Lucy challenges a little too quickly. “An alien solution to the Fort Rozz problem?”

Alex does not like that sentiment, her shoulders go ridged and her voice dips, “Supergirl is a hero and—”

Lucy is spared by the server bringing them their food.

Alex uses the moment to drain the rest of her wine and ask for another glass.

So far this is going rather well.

“I didn’t mean to insult Supergirl, or imply that she’s a means to an end,” Lucy starts after the server leaves. “I know you work closely with her, I apologize for diminishing that.”

Alex scrutinizes her for a long moment. Finally, she says, “Supergirl isn’t the enemy.”

“But will that always be true?” Lucy asks gently. “There is nothing binding her to our people or our country.”

“Do you need her to swear an oath?”

“I need to feel that the people I love are safe." Lucy knows that’s something Alex will sympathize with. “If we have artificial units like Red Tornado in place, we won't need to rely on a third party whose motivations can change based on what mood they're in. We'll have complete control."

“Right." Alex gives her a doubtful look, “because drone warfare isn’t problematic at all.”

Lucy hates that she has a point.

Alex continues, “Why are you so convinced that interstellar relations can’t work?”

“Relations infer that we’re on equal footing. How do you negotiate with an entity that can take everything from you without question?” Lucy quotes one of her father’s best lines.

“You mean like the US occupation in the middle east?”

Lucy frowns, she doesn’t like that comparison at all, but she can’t deny that superpowers aren’t always alien, sometimes they’re national governments. It’s the second time Alex has made a jab at current military policy and she wonders if it’s meant as a personal slight. Maybe she’s still slightly offended on Supergirl’s behalf.

Determined to keep an open mind, Lucy asks, “What would you have us do?”

“I’m not saying we don’t have to work with caution, but if we make the galaxy our enemy we will lose." Alex taps a finger on the table to emphasize her last few words. “If we can pull a few extranormal individuals to our side, accept them and invest in their wellbeing so that they invest in ours—I promise you we’ll be better off when the real threats present themselves.”

“Winning hearts and minds, Agent Danvers?”

“At the end of the day, I think our hearts and minds are all we’ll have." Alex sits back in her chair. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and meets Lucy's eyes. “Supergirl, Superman, Wonder Woman—they help people every day, acting under some great moral purpose. We can’t give them a reason to lose sight of that.”

Lucy considers this woman. A scientist, a soldier, a sister. All these things and she’s taking a stand, doing whatever she can to protect the people she cares for in the best way she knows how. Yes, Lucy thinks, Alex Danvers could win the hearts and minds of the entire galaxy.


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